Beauty

First Things First: As always, thank you for the reviews. I wouldn’t be anywhere without them. You guys sure know how to make a girl feel special. Happy Gay Pride Day!!!! And because I’m so nice, I’m writing lemony stuff, just for you. Lucky people you guys are. All the flashbacks involving Yugi with various men are unidentified, meaning there are no dates or times, Yugi has been with so many people over the past few weeks he’s lost track of who he saw when. Which is why the flashbacks are more or less a small glimpse into Yugi’s life as it spins further and her her out of control. As for the present action it’s Sunday and Joey and Tristan are returning from their trip. Joey and Yugi have it out in this chapter. What I’m sure you’ve been waiting for, and once again, chapter 14, everything falls apart…runaway now. This chapter’s okay…but…well, you’ll just have to see. Enjoy. ^_^

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yugioh, or any songs…curse it be.

Song notes: All Cried Out by Aaliyah, Love Me Just A Little While by Janet Jackson, One Call Away by Chingy, Come Clean, by Hillary Duff, and Emotions by Destiny’s Child

Chapter 13: Emotion

And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go
I'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You'll never see me fall apart

In the words of a broken heart
It’s just emotion taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don’t you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight?
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight


~Emotions
Destiny’s Child


Yugi slipped on his shirt. His head was pounding, he had a splitting headache. He located his cell phone and was surprised to see that it was already 3:30. He had met up with Aki at seven. Yugi sighed, and pulled on his pants. “Going somewhere, Sweet Stuff?” Yugi bristled and turned around. “So soon?”

“I have to be getting home.”

“Why, we were just getting started.” Yugi rolled his eyes. Unfortunately for him Aki couldn’t see the expression on his face. “Come on, Sweetie, get back in bed.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You took me twice, I need to get going. I’ll call you.”

“You told me that last time and you didn’t. I don’t trust you, Yugi.” Yugi sighed. Why was it these guys always managed to get attached? “Come on, just once more.”

“No.” Yugi left the bedroom, doing his pants in the kitchen. Aki stalked out of the bedroom naked as the day he was born. “Look, go back to bed, I’m sure you have work tomorrow.”

“It’s Saturday tomorrow, or did you forget?” Yugi had to think about it. He wasn’t sure what day it was. He hadn’t had work or class for a couple of days and had lost all track of time. “Come on, I’ll pour you some cereal tomorrow if you stay.”

“I can pour my own cereal.” Yugi managed to get on one boot, but he was having trouble getting on the other one. He was so tired, and he didn’t know why he would agree to have sex with this guy a second time. He was a little rough on him. He would be damned if he was going to have sex again. “See you, later.”

Yugi was just slipping on his jacket when Aki grabbed his hand. “My friend told me you were a good fuck, and you did as you were told. Why are you being disobedient?” Yugi narrowed his eyes. “Come on, just one more. What’s it to a little slut like you anyway, just another notch in your belt right?” Yugi yanked his hand away and opened the door to the apartment.


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“You don’t have to stand there, you can come in, Joey.” Joey looked at Tristan’s mother and smiled, before walking into the room she was sitting in. “Tristan and his father are taking an awfully long time, but Charles can be slow when he wants to be. I’m sure they’ll be back soon enough. Here, sit with me on the couch.”

Joey did as Emily asked and she smiled.

“I don’t think I ever showed you any of Tristan’s baby pictures, but teasing my son is so much more enjoyable.” Joey grinned. “Would you like to see?” Joey nodded. “I’m making another scrapbook, it’s a hobby I picked up after Tristan left for college, I was trying to avoid getting empty nest syndrome. Tristan was always here with a pile of friends, so I was always picking up basketball uniforms and making snacks. Trying to pre I w I was domestic. Luckily no one was too picky.” Joey smiled brighter. He could see Emily Taylor running around after a pile of Tristan’s friends, making snacks and being everyone’s favorite mom.

“This is Tristan’rst rst steps. We got it on video too, but we’ll save the embarrassing videotapes for your next trip up.” Joey laughed. “He was cute, when he couldn’t talk. These are the beginning of the end. You know his first word was “mine”, Joey.”

“Really?” Joey asked with a smile. Tristan’s mother nodded. “I can imagine he was a terror when he was little.”

“Yes, he was. Until we discovered he was frightened of clowns. Then I used to threaten him that the clowns would come get him if he didn’t behave.”

“I’ll have to try that,” Joey thought with another laugh.

“Yeah, I was a great mother,” Emily decided, shaking her head at the memory and turning a page in the album.

“Tristan never stops talking about you. He really adores you,” Joey mentioned, not looking up from the pictures.

“Well, that makes two of us then.” Emily smiled at Joey who looked up, blushing. “I’ve been far from perfect, Joey. Maybe I’m trying to over compensate now for not being there for him when he needed me the most.” Joey gave her a look. “I’m sure Tristan told you about his depression.”

“He said he was depressed for a while in college.”

“Yeah, freshman year. He needed to go on medication at one point. He wanted to drop out, take off the second semester, but his father and I wouldn’t allow it. I just wanted him away so I could think about what to do. My world came crashing down when he told us he was gay. I know that sounds selfish, but that’s how I felt. I didn’t understand why he would do this to us, why he would hurt his father and I so much.

While he was back at school I did some soul searching, both his father and I did. Tristan’s never been maliciouHe’sHe’s never been a bad person. Cocky, very. But not vindictive. Which made me realize that he’d never just decide to become gay to hurt us. And after I took some time to adjust to the thought that I wouldn’t be having a daughter-in-law my focus went back to my son. I wanted him to be happy, to be loved, to be accepted.

I was never all that maternal. I think we had Tristan because it seemed like the right thing to do. My husband wanted children. I don’t think I ever did. Tristan was so full of energy and life that I couldn’t help but fall in love with him after a while. We weren’t close when he was a teenager, but most teenagers aren’t close to their parents, so I didn’t think anything of it. I know he was going through a lot of inner turmoil and he he’s still going through it. But after his friends abandoned him and he was all alone my instincts took over. They say a gay man’s best friend is his mother. We’re close now, and I’m so happy he’partpart of my life.

This weekend was kind of a test for me. I wasn’t sure how’d I react to you, Joey. I was scared. I was scared you’d hate me, or that I’d feel funny meeting a guy instead of a girl. But it was fine. You’re a very special person, Joey. And Tristan is so happy with you, and that’s all I can ask for.”

“All parents and kids go through it. Especially if the kids turn out to be gay.”

“Did you go through it with your parents?”

“No. My mom and dad divorced when I was little. My mom took my sister and moved across the country. My dad had me. He was too busy getting drunk to be a good parent. Being gay never really became an issue because my dad could care less by then. As for my mother, she didn’t make any more contact with me after I was about sixteen. She gave me money for school, I don’t know if she was feeling guilty and wanted to feel better about herself, or if she was paying me back for giving my sister money for her eye operation. I took it, it paid for the first two semesters of school, so I was thankful for it. I guess my sister told my mother I was gay, but she didn’t like me anyway, so that was just another nail in the coffin. My sister and I talk, but she lives in the states, she’s in school there. So we only see each other during breaks.”

“You have no contact with your parents?”

“None. They want it that way. So who am I to deny them that. Of course once I’m happy and successful I plan on throwing it in their faces. Actually most of my friends have always been parentless. All my ex-boyfriends were without parents. Similar stories, they were told to leave once they came out. Which is why this meeting the parents thing is new for me. I was so scared, I was terrified you were going to despise me.”

“And I was terrified you weren’t going to like me. How silly.” Mrs. Taylor smiled warmly at the blond. “Listen, Joey. You’re getting to an age where you don’t really need a parental figure anymore, but if you ever need anything I would be more than happy to help you.” Joey gave Emily a shy look. “Honest, I’m not just saying it to be polite.”

“Thank you, Emily.”

“Mom, every time I find you you’re harassing my boyfriend.” Emily sighed and looked at her son. “We’re leaving inew hew hours, you think you could try not badgering him for a while?”

“Hush.”

“She wasn’t bothering me, Tris. She was just showing me how cutu weu were before you learned to talk.” Joey held up the scrapbook. Tristan shook his head. “Too bad we didn’t get a chance to go to that circus, huh, Tris?”

Tristan made a face and crossed the room. “Don’t start, Baby. I don’t care if my mom is here or not, I’ll hurt you.”

“Don’t be mean to Joey.”

“He’s being mean to me.”

“Nonsense.”

“You’re a bad influence on him, Mom. It’s going to take me weeks to get him back to normal. You’ve filled his head with all kinds of things.”

“And I haven’t even told him what else you’re afraid of.” Tristan narrowed his eyes.

“MOM!” Emily laughed. “Don’t listen to anything else my mother tells you, she’s been reincarnated, she used to be the daughter of Satan.” Emily only smiled. Tristan gave Joey a little kiss on the nose. “Come on, Baby.”

Joey allowed Tristan to pull him to his feet. “You will be staying for lunch, right?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Emily smiled at them. “Maybe you can be the entertainment, for lunch, Tristan. Joey, your boyfriend is also a Prince fan.” Tristan shot his mother a look. Joey laughed. Tristan took Joey’s hand and led him out of the room.

“Maybe you could do When Doves Cry. Or maybe Purple Rain.”

Tristan stopped walking and gJoeyJoey a look. “Say something else, Baby. You’ll be in the trunk on the way home.”

“Speaking of cars, maybe I could drive on the way back.” Tristan gave him a look. It was clear Tristan let people drive his Jaguar about as often as he had dealings with circus clowns. “You don’t want me to drive?”

“I just thought you’d want to take a little nap, Baby. On the way back.”

“You don’t trust me with your car, that’s what it is.” Tristan looked away. “I knew it. You think I’ll crash it or something. I had a Spyder, Tristan. I know how to handle myself in a sports car.”

“And what exactly happened to your car, Joey? You never told me that part.”

“Yes I did, you just don’t remember. My ex gave it to me. And I didn’t want any reminders of him so I sold it.”

“I knew you said he brought you a car, he got you a Mitsubishi Spyder?”

“Yes.”

“This guy must be pretty well off to be buying Spyders.”

“He had his own business.”

“I dated a guy who had his own business once. Between the business and his brother he was too busy for a serious relationship.”

“That’s irrelevant to me driving home. Come on, Tristan, don’t you trust me?” Tristan sighed. “I see.” Joey crossed his arms over his chest.

“Baby, it’s not that. I don’t let anyone drive it. It’s not you.”

“I can understand not letting some random guy on the street drive it, but you don’t trust me? You don’t think I could handle driving it?”

“Of course I trust you, Joey. You can drive on the way back, okay?” Joey smiled. “I have complete faith in you.” Joey gave him a little kiss.

“Tristan, what would you do to me if I crashed it?”

“I’d ask if you were hurt.”

“And then?”

“I’d ask if anyone else was hurt.”

“And then?”

“And if no one else was hurt and you weren’t hurt I’d probably bite my lip until I chewed it off.” Joey ginned. “Just don’t crash the car, Baby. I like you, I don’t want to have to go to jail for premeditated murder charges.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“Hey, Baby, since you get to drive will you do me a favor?”

“Okay.” Tristan took Joey’s hand and led Joey up the stairs. Well, at least Tristan couldn’t want sex. If he did they’d be heading outside to the guesthouse. Tristan, as usual, had been quite horny since they arrived at his parent’s house. Friday night after the karaoke and dessert Tristan excused Joey and himself. The second Joey got into the house Tristan pounced on him. Tristan heaseeased him about packing pajamas when Joey should have known Tristan had no intention of letting the blond put them on.

And last night hadn’t been any different. Tristan had taken him twice. Joey didn’t understand it, why was Tristan always so…

Joey’s thoughts stopped when he felt Tristan’s hands snake across his torso. The brunet lowered his head slightly, so he was breathing in Joey’s ear. Just the way he knew got Joey’s motor running. “Baby…I want you.”

“What?” Joey got out of Tristan’s grasp. “You must be kidding.”

“I want you, Joey. Now. Up here.”

“Number one, we just had sex last night. And number two, your parents are right downstairs, your mom is going to tell us when lunch is ready.”

“I want to take you on the balcony.”

“In broad daylight?” Tristan nodded, a smirk on his face. “Tristan, you might be a sex fiend, but I won’t be a party to it.”

“Baby, we go through this all the time. Stop resisting me.” Tristan locked the door and gave Joey a smile. “You want this as much as I do.”

“Tristan, we can’t.”

“We can, and we will.” Tristan slipped off his pants. Joey swallowed and watched him step out of his boxers. The simple act of watching Tristan strip off his clothes always got Joey going. “I’m going to make you feel good, Baby.”

“Tris…” Tristan grabbed Joey’s chin in his hands and leaned over, capturing his lips. “Ummmm…Tristan…” Joey squirmed away. “Tristan, I’m not giving in this time.” Tristan smiled. “Why do you look so smug?”

“You’re putting up a fight.” Tristan lifted an eyebrow. “I like that.” Joey’s breath caught in his throat. Tristan had that look on his face, the look that told him that if he didn’t escape he was going to come without much assistance. Tristan closed the distance between them. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, Joey…but you’re going to have to do as I say.”

“No.” Tristan’s mouth was on Joey’s earlobe, sucking the sensitive area with skill. Joey’s eyes slid shot. He was already losing. Who was he kidding? He lost the second Tristan asked him to come up here with him. Tristan was just too irresistible. Joey fell for it time and time again…

“Opeur mur mouth, Joey.” Joey glanced at Tristan with starry, faraway eyes and did as Tristan requested.

Tristan’s tongue began the familiar exotic dance, darting in and out of Joey’s mouth. Joey moaned, Tristan’s hands starting on the buttons of his pants as he continued his delicious torture. He managed to slid the jeans past Joey’s hips without stopping the initial contact. He finally broke the kiss and pulled Joey’s pants the rest of the way down.

“We can’t, Tristan.”

“And I told you we can.” Tristan lifted Joey’s shirt over his head. Joey was left with just his boxer shorts on, which were already two sizes too small for him. Tristan was back on his earlobe.

Joey stepped back again until he had nowhere else to walk. “Tris…Tris, no…”

“Your mouth might be saying no. But your body is saying something else entirely.” Joey leaned against the balcony doors, gripping the handle for support. “That look on you face…in your eyes…you’re thinking how naughty it would be to get taken outside…the idea is intoxicating your mind.” Joey swallowed.

Tristan took a step, the distance between the blond and the brunet now nonexistent. “You’re sweating, Baby…you’re thinking about how it feels when I first enter you.” Tristan’s hand ran down Joey’s cheek and to the hollow of Joey’s neck. He gave the exposed skin a teasing kiss and smiled. “It always hurts a little bit in the beginning, but then it feels so good once I’m completely inside. Doesn’t it?”

“Tristan…gods…Tris…” Tristan’s hands were on Joey’s nipple. He was teasing the little bud mercilessly.

“Your nipple is telling me tyou’you’re aroused by me…it’s filled with blood, just like another part of your body is. Look how hard I’ve gotten you already…look how much you’re turned on.” Tristan took the nub into his mouth and sucked on it. Joey’s head went back, his blond tresses pressed up against the balcony doors.

“Tristan…ummmmm…,Tristan…feels sooo good…” Tristan smirked and paid equal homage to the adjacent nipple. The rapturous contact was overwhelming, Joey letting the most delicious sounds escape his slightly parted lips.

Tristan lifted his head. “I love the way you sound when I’m pleasuring you, Baby.”

“Tristan…lunch…we can’t…”

“You’re stomach is flexing, Baby…it’s letting me know I’m making you hot…it’s fluttering, isn’t it…” Tristan’s hand traced a nonsensical outline on Joey’s abs, his mouth back in Joey’s ear. He dipped into Joey’s waistband, Joey shuttering. “The lower I get…the closer you get…am I going to have to make you come all over yourself again, Baby?”

“Tristan…” Joey was whimpering, desperately. He was putty in Tristan’s expert touch.

“It’s not because you’re cute, Joey…it’s more than that. You’re one hundred percent fuckable.” Joey opened his eyes, they were glossy, and filled with lust. “You have this expression on your face that’s begging me, Baby…it’s begging me to take you.”

“Tristan…” Everything the brunet was saying was going straight to Joey’s groin, making his body bump up. “Tristan…” Sensations were coursing through his entire body. He was on fire now…and he needed his boyfriend to put the fire out. “Tristan, don’t tease me…”

Tristan was currently running his fingers over Joey’s chest in tight circles. His other hand had dipped into Joey’s boxers. “It’s sad, Baby…I don’t have to do much for you to make yourself a sticky, white mess…just a few words, a couple of kisses.”

“Jerk!”

“Oh, Joey wants me to jerk him, huh? That’s what my baby wants?” Tristan’s hand enclosed around Joey’s weeping erection and he gave it a firm yank to show him he meant business. “You’re so wet down here, Baby, I think I’m going to have to move these boxers off so I can get a better look.”

“MMMMMMMMM….” Joey wrapped his hands around Tristan’s necd prd pressed against him as Tristan slipped Joey’s shorts off.

“Baby…did you come already…look at you…” Tristan took his hand and rubbed his fingers together. “And you said you didn’t want me. Baby, you shouldn’t lie to me.” Tristan dropped to his knees. “Look at you, Baby…you’re body is begging me…I can’t deny you…” Tristan blew air over the tip, a smile still on his lips. “I’m only giving you what you want…”

“NO!”

“You had your chance to cooperate. I’m g to to make you beg for it now, Baby.”

Tristan’s tongue encircled the head of Joey’s penis. “Tristan…please…don’t…oh gods…” Tristans name was lost in a wall-shaking cry as he felt Tristan engulf his arousal. Joey grabbed two fist-fulls of his lover’s hair trying to relieve the pressure. “Tristan….damn it…”

Tristan ignored his boyfriend’s futile objections and took Joey completely into his mouth, as if his intention was to short circuit the central processing system of his boyfriend’s brain. Joey’s moan was low, guttural. Tristan grunted in response, Joey’s hips thrusting into the moist, hot oral cavern uninhibited. Tristan sucked hard, and evenly, and then pulled out and looked up at Joey who had opened his eyes to complain that the oral stimulation had stopped.

“You’re so wet, Joey…you’re dick is drooling in my mouth…” Tristan’s tongue teased the hypersensitive skin, flickering out mockingly. “You had the nerve to fight me, Joey…you don’t bite the dick that fucks you.” Tristan relaxed his throat muscles, and started deep throating Joey once again.

“TRISTAN!” Tristan’s only response was to speed up his pace. “Fuck…you’re amazing…” Tristan was cocky as hell, but he certainly could back it up. He sure knew how to give good head, literally able to put his money where his mouth was. He had to have his doctorate in Fuckology. “Tristan, enough…you win…you always do…enough games…do it…”

Tristan took Joey from his mouth and stood up. “Does Joey want me to let him come?”

“Yes, fuck me.” Tristan was opening the balcony door.

“Tristan…not outside…”

“Yes. That’s where this is happening…you’ll thank me for this later.” Tristan threw his shirt off. Joey was a little too worked up to protest. He forced Joey outside. “Are you going to resist this?”

“You’re not fair…”

“In a moment you’re going to be pushing back against my dick, Joey…you’re going to ask me to push it in deeper, thrust in harder…you’re going to be wanting more contact…moaning for it…”

“Someone is going to see us…”

“I guess they’ll be getting a free show.” Tristan’s lips were on Joey’s neck. “Lean against the balcony for support.” Joey swallowed and did as Tristan asked. He was thankful the railing was high enough that at first glance it would only appear he was without a shirt. Tristan ran his fingers across the moist surface of Joey’s erection, letting some of the pre-essence lubricate his fingers.

“Tristan, I don’t know…”

“Afraid my parents are gonna come outside and find us up here? You think they’ll look up and see me fucking your brains out?” Tristan poked one finger inside of Joey. Joey leaned into the contact; Tristan’s talented digit had already found his prostate. “Begging me…like I predicted…”

“Shut up.”

“It’s not your fault, Baby… few can resist me…people ask for me by name.”

“You’re one horny, cocky asshole, Tristan.”

“Don’t be fresh, Joey.” Tristan inserted a second finger; Joey gripped the white painted railing like a lifeline. Joey panted and whimpered, wriggling against the intrusion. “That quieted you down, didn’t it?”

“Shut up, Tristan.” Tristan kissed Joey’s neck. “You’re such a jerk.”

“You want another jerk, Baby?” Tristan wrapped his hand around his boyfriend and started beating him off. Joey moaned again, his head resting against the brunet’s shoulder. “That’s it, Baby…moan louder so that the neighbors can hear.”

“Tristan…” Joey was groaning…he was close, but Tristan was teasing him. He couldn’t believe he was actually having sex with Tristan outside, on a balcony. “Just do it…”

“As you wish, Joey.” Tristan slowed down his hand job as he slowly entered the blond. Joey groaned, holding onto the railing in a deathly grasp. “Easy, Baby…it’s okay…don’t tense up.”

“Easy for you to say…this hurts…”

“I know it does, Baby…I’m almost in…” Joey held his breath until Tristan stopped moving. He let it out and tried to relax. Tristan usually pushed into him in a slow even stroke, but they didn’t have time for all of that at the moment.

Even though the balcony was overlooking Tristan’s backyard, meaning no one but Tristan’s parents would wander back here, Joey was still nervous. But his fear was heightening his arousal. It was thrilling him, the idea that someone could hear his moans, that the Taylor’s could come out and see what their son was doing to his boyfriend.

Joey relaxed and wiggled back against his lover. “You like this, Joey, you like the way it feels? Me inside of you?”

“Um… yeah, Tris.” Tristan’s hand moved quicker, going at about double the pace he was moving in and out of Joey. He didn’t want to hurt the blond, especially since he hadn’t lubricated him as well as he usually did. “This feels good, Tris…”

“I thought you’d like it, Baby.” Tristan started moving a little harder, but didn’t speed up his pace, Joey’s body moved with his in the well-known dance.

“h, Th, Tris…mmmm…” Tristan ran the fingers of his free hand up and down the sweat soaked skin of Joey’s torso. He stopped to agitate a nipple, and rested against Joey’s stomach, loving the way it twitched as he stoked the blond.

“This is good sex, Baby…so good I think we’re gonna have to name it.”

“TRISTAN…” Tristan smirked as he watched a pair of birds fly from a nearby nest, spooked by Joey’s very vocal exclamation of pleasure. “I’m so close…Tristan…I’m gonna come…”

Tristan was sucking on an earlobe, bringing Joey closer to completion. “You gonna come hard, Baby…you gonna come all over the railing, you gonna come so it lands on the grass?”
“
“Make me come…Tristan…make me come…”

“Such a naughty boyfriend I have…standing out here…getting fucked up that tight ass of yours…begging to come…” Tristan sped up his hand, keeping his thrusts steady. “I just love turning you out, Joey…”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh.” Joey was moaning his name; the blond was twisting his body in an attempt to deepen their contact.

“Show me how much you like getting fucked outside…come for me…now…” Joey let himself go…releasing his need into Tristan’s hand, some hitting the balcony’s railing. Tristan took his hand and lapped the cum off his fingers like it was a precious delicacy.

“Tristan?” Joey was panting, his body was now hunched over. He was leaning on the balcony for support. Joey got ans answer to his question when he felt Tristan shift and grip onto his hips, letting him know that it was now the brunet’s turn to come.

Tristan was quite worked up as he pounded into the body in front of him. Joey took the abuse willingly, loving the feeling of being dominated like this. Tristan wasn’t hurting him, but he was being rough. His strokes were erratic, and frantic. Joey smirked, knowing just what Tristan needed to coax him into coming.

“Tristan…I need you… don’t stop…you’re so big…it feels so good when you’re ramming your cock up inside of me…just like that…harder…” Tristan grabbnto nto the railing, giving Joey three more firm thrusts before he emptied himself into him.


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“That’s it, spread them open, just like that.” Yugi was on his back and his legs were up and bent at the knee. He waited until he felt the brunet push two wet fingers up into him. “Yeah, that’s it…you like that, huh? You like when I’m fingering your ass?”

“Um…yeah…” Yugi answered with a little moan. “I like when your inside me…harder…” Yugi wiggled into the contact, waiting for the guy to find his prostate.

“Yeah, Baby…yeah…you like it…don’t you…”

“Of course I do…” Yugi let out another moan. He wasn’t sure if he was faking it or not…he just wanted to get this over with. This guy was too confident for his liking, especially since he hadn’t done anything spectacular yet. Then again Bakura had been confident too. Why was he thinking about Bakura anyway?

“I’m going to fuck you with my cock. You want it? Huh? You want it?”

“Yeah…I want it…” Ken Whateverhislastnamewas gave Yugi a kiss on the stomach. He kept moving, Yugi felt a small spark, the asshole had finally found it. Thank the heavens. “Yeah, there, do that again.”

Ken did. “Yeah, Yugi…yeah…”

“Fuck me, Ken.” Yugi licked his lips just the way he knew turned men on. Ken smiled. “Get the condom.” Ken unwrapped the rubber. “Come on, hurry up.”

“Easy, pretty baby, I’ll give it to you.” He handed it to the shorter male. “Put it on me. Roll it over myllenllen dick.” Yugi did as Ken wanted and once it was in place he positioned himself at Yugi’s opening. “As soon as I saw you I knew I had to be inside of you, someone you won’t forget.”


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“Tristan, when are you guys going to come visit us again?” his mother asked.

“Haven’t you done enough damage? Clown jokes, embarrassing pictures?”

“We were just getting started.”

“We’ll come up in a few months. I want to give Joey a chance to recuperate.” Tristan gave Joey a little mischievous smile.

Jtrietried to hide the blush that dashed across his cheeks. Tristan’s parent’s assumed their son was referring to them. But Tristan had teased Joey that the blond had been bedded more times over this weekend than he usually did during an entire week. Tristan had cleaned him up after their balcony top romp and called Joey his little callboy. Joey had hit him, but laughed.

Tristan handed Joey the keys and they got in the car. They waved at the Taylor’s and too took off. “Okay, you can be honest. Did you have a good time?” Tristan was giving him a look.

“Yes, despite the fact that you took me every chance you got.”

“I don’t think you even have sperm left in you, Joey. I think you ejaculated it all.”

“You really are a jerk.”

“Love you, Baby.” Joey rolled his eyes but grinned. “I’m going to check my email, and then take a nap.” Joey glanced at his boyfriend. “Yes, I trust you that much.”

“You know, Tristan, you being so horny is a disadvantage. I have you wrapped around my finger.”

“You do. And I never get like this. I’m surprised this ex-fiancé of yours didn’t buy you a house to go with the car.”

“He got distracted with his new boyfriend.”

“Well, I don’t know how that’s possible, Baby. Your ex sounds like an idiot. But his stupidity is my gain. You know, Joey, I’m not about breaking up a happy home, but if you weren’t single and I thought that I had a chance I’d steal you from your man.”

Joey laughed. “Is that so, Mr. Taylor?”

“Oh yes, I’d seduce you, throw you down on my bed and ravage you.”

“Have you ever stolen someone’s boyfriend from them?”

“Well, Brian was talking to another guy when I met him. I technically didn’t steal him. I just showed him that he had options, and that he didn’t have to settle for scraps when the real thing was interested.”

“And how long did you stay with Brian again? Two months?”

“Yeah.” Joey sighed, and shook his head. “I fall for guys the same way I like my sex. Hard and fast.”

“So does this mean you’re getting rid of me? We’re into our second month.”

“No, I don’t plan on getting rid of you.”

“How come? Why didn’t you keep Brian after you took him from his current situation?”

“I didn’t stay with Brian because I wasn’t in love with him.” Joey blushed. “Actually Brian called me like a week ago. He was drunk, lonely. Wanted a hook up.”

“And?”

“What do you mean and? I told him to take a shower and sober up. Come on, Joey. What do you think I was going to do? Take him up on the offer?”

“Brian’s cute, isn’t he? It’s free sex.”

“I get plenty of free sex with you, Baby. Besides, I don’t cheat. If I really felt the need to pursue something with Brian or somebody else I’d dump you first.” Joey made a face. “Well, would you prefer for me to be with the guy behind your back?”

“Yugi says you’re the kind of guy who’s use to getting who he wants, when he wants.”

“I am. And I’ve already gotten what I want. I’m not looking anymore, Joey. And is Yugi really the person to be getting relationship advice from?”

“No. He’s worried about you. He doesn’t trust your intentions.”

“Well, do you trust my intentions? What else do I have to do to prove it?”

“I trust you. I’m just weary about having a good-looking boyfriend. I don’t want to have to beat up some other guy for hitting on you.” Tristan smiled. “There’s that smug look again.”

“You’re so cute when you get jealous and possessive, Baby. Would you cut someone up that tried to take me?”

“I’m not fighting over you, Tristan. If you want to end up with some tramp that’s fine.”

“You wouldn’t fight a tramp for me?”

“No. Would you beat someone up for me? Or would you just get rid of me and find someone else to be with?” Joey asked.

“If you weren’t interested in the guy and he was bothering you I’d take care of him. Without question. However if you find someone else you want to be with, why I couldn’t imagine since I’m obviously the best thing to ever happen to you, then I’d wish you all the best.”

“Oh, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, huh?”

“Of course I am.”

“Why are you so arrogant?”

“Because I can be.”

“If I ever find out you’re hitting on some guy at the Pyramid or running your lines on some guy I’m cutting off your dick. It’s not that I want you that much, but it’s the principle. I better not ever catch you flirting with some other guy.”

“I would never.”

“You were all over Yami at that birthday party.” Tristan smirked. “Don’t deny it.”

“We danced one time, Baby. And besides, Yami’s hot. He was dressed like he wanted to get fucked. He looks like an older, sexier version of your roommate.”

“And I bet you’d fuck Yugi too.”

“Sure would. Yugi’s has this innocent looking face, which barely hides the naughty interior.”

“What about Bakura?”

“No, not Bakura…I doubt he’d bottom to me. So that just wouldn’t work.” Joey hit Tristan in the shoulder. “Baby, come on, I was only teasing you. I wasn’t thinking about having sex with Yami when I danced with him, and I never thought about having anything with Yugi. Not every good looking guy I come across I fantasize about.” Tristan opened his cell phone. “I have to check my email.”

“You’re horny all the time. How do I know that for sure?”

“Do you know why I’m horny all the time? Because every time I’m not with you I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking about you holding me, about us kissing, about you smiling, hitting me, laughing. And by the time I get to see you again I’m so worked up imagining you being with me that I can’t control myself.”

“Really?” Joey asked with a little blush.

“Yes, Baby. You’re so beautiful. Inside, outside… and I love you. I don’t need any other visual stimulation. You’re more than enough, Baby. You look so sexy without even trying. Yugi and Yami do things to enhance what they have. You don’t have to. It’s subtle. I don’t need leather pants and neck collars, all you have to do is smile at me and you send chills down my body.” Joey grinned. Tristan gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, Tristan…” Joey couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“So does this mean I get to take you when we get back to Domino?”

“You don’t want me to be able to walk, do you?”

“Nope.” They both laughed.

Tristan connected to the Internet and waited until the little email icon came onto the screen. He opened it and pushed “send”. When the screen came up he clicked on the “write” option:


The weekend went perfect. Joey and my parents really hit it off. How has Yugi been? I know you said you had to work last night. Joey’s really worried about him. He’s not talking about it, but every time Yugi leaves the apartment he gets tense. Yugi doesn’t trust my intentions, according to Joey. I don’t know what else to do about him. I think I’ll try killing him with kindness, but I know he’s resistant to me. If there’s anything you can think of that I can try I’m willing to try it. Anywaet met me know what’s going on. The four of us should get together again. Maybe this weekend. I know you don’t get along with Joey, but the only way he’s gonna warm up to you is if he sees you more often. He’s just worried about Yugi. And I guess he doubts your intentions. Talk to you later.

Tristan

He sent the email to Bakura’s email address and closed his flip phone.


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“Doug told me all about you, he said how much you liked sex.” Yugi looke at at the blond. “You’re cute too. How much do you like it?” Yugi watched from his place on the bed as Junya started beating off. “Yeah, do you like wrapping your lips around dick?”

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Yeah, yeah…Doug said you like doing that.” Yugi quirked an eyebrow.


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Joey gave Tristan a little kiss as he walked into the brunet’s bedroom. “Have a good shower, Baby?” Joey nodded. He adjusted the towel that was draped around his hips.

“Working?”

“I have an exam on Wednesday.” Tristan looked up from his notes. “I guess I’m going to go clean myself off.”

“You need to.” Joey took his hand and ed ied it on Tristan’s thigh, where there were still traces of their lovemaking. Joey had been in such a good mood by Tristan’s comment in the car that he jumped on Tristan and demanded Tristan take him the moment they got back to the condo.

Tristan leaned up and gave the blond a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you, Tristan.” Tristan stood up. “I could make us some dinner.”

“What, lasagna?”

“No. I can coometomething other than lasagna. I used to cook for my ex every night.”

“So you’ve been holding out on me, is that it?”

“I’m too tired to cook for you. You wear me out.” Tristan laughed. “You do.”

“So if I want you to play the happy homemaker I can’t fuck you so much.”

“Basically.”

“I’ll just have to be the housewife in this relationship. Sex is more important than dinner.” Joey rolled his eyes with a smile. “Do me a favor, Baby, while you’re downstairs shaking that little ass in that cute way you do when you’re walking around my kitchen, check my answering machine. I would have done it myself, but since you attacked me the moment we got home I didn’t get the chance.”

“You trust me to check your answering machine?”

“Yeah, Baby. I told all my other boyfriends to call my cell phone.” That comment earned him a small slap on the arm. Tristan kissed him anyway. “Keep it up, Baby. I’ll take you again.”

“Would you?”

“Yeah. You’re gonna wind up disabled by the time I’m finished with you.”

“Why do I get the feeling you just keep me around for the sex?”

“You’re just figuring that out now?” Joey made a face. “Love you…”

“Oh shush.” Joey allowed Tristan to give him another kiss and he went downstairs to see what he could make for dinner.


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Yugi lifted his head, it was pounding. He didn’t want to know what time it was. He told Joey he’d be home by midnight. That he was only going to Bakura’s for dinner. But he wasn’t at Bakura’s. And he hadn’t had any dinner. Yugi pulled on his pants first. He looked at his arm, the guy had been pretty aggressive, and had scratched him. He felt nauseous. And where the fuck was his shirt?

Yugi opened his cell phone. He had two missed calls. One from Bakura and one from Joey. Why wasn’t he surprised? It was 2 in the morning. He had work at nine. Sighing, he found his shirt underneath Josh. He tried pulling it out, but the thing was caught. He kept yanking it, forcing Josh to roll and wake up.

“Oh, Yugi…what’s wrong. Where’s the fire?”

“I need my shirt.” Josh rubbed his eyes. Yugi turned on the light. Josh winced. “You’re lying on my shirt.”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes.”

Yugi watched in frustration as Josh sat up slowly, holding the shirt in his hands. “Where you going, Cute Stuff?”

“Home. I have work tomorrow.”

“Oh, Baby, you don’t want to leave, the party’s just getting started.”

“The party ended two hours ago. Can I have my shirt please?”

“Come on, Yugi…don’t be like that. You know you want it.”

“I gave it to you already. I need to go.”

“Yugi, Yugi, Yugi. Guys like you thrive off sex. Aki told me how you always get cranky after you get fucked.”

“I don’t care. Give me back my shirt.”

“Fuck me again and I will.”

“Keep the damn shirt then.” Yugi opened the bedroom door. He hoped Joey wasn’t still up studying for his exam. If he came home without a shirt underneath his jacket he’d never here the end of it. Yugi put on one of his boots and looked up to see Josh walking over to him.

“Aki said you did the same thing to him. What’s your problem anyway, you obviously wanted it.”

“And now I want to leave. Maybe if you got fucked more than twice a year you wouldn’t be so desperate for it. Why don’t you fuck Aki?”

“He’s not as tight as you are.” Yugi shot him a glare and put on his other boot.

“Can I have my shirt back or do you want to be a prick?”

“I told you how to get your shirt back.”

“Fine.” Yugi put on his jacket and zipped it up. “Keep it, masturbate with it, I don’t give a shit.”

“There’s one thing I can’t stand, and that’s a slut who gets bitchy when someone asks him for sex. You act like you don’t open your legs all the damn time.” Yugi didn’t respond and left.


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“Joey, what’s wrong?”

“I need to be going home, Tristan.” Tristan made a face. Something had happened in the ten minutes it had taken him to take a shower.

“Weren’t you going to stay and make dinner?”

“I need to go, Tristan. I can’t tonight. I need to go right now.”

“Tell me what happened, Joey?”

“It’s Yugi. I just… I need to go. Your mom called, and Brian. He apologized for calling you up drunk. I’ll call you later, okay. I’m sorry.” Tristan made a face. Joey gave him a small kiss and headed for the door.

“Baby, please, just tell me what’s gotten you so upset?”

“Goodnight, Tris.” Joey slipped on his shoes and opened the door. He closed it behind himself.

“I love you, Joey.” Tristan sighed. Now what happened? Every time Joey was upset Yugi had something to do with it. He was getting pretty sick of Yugi. What was he doing? Maybe Bakura knew what was going on. Tristan walked over to his cell phone and pulled up Bakura’s phone number.

Bakura picked up after three rings. “Tristan? What’s going on? I was just about to send you an email.”

“Joey just left. He was very upset, and he said it had to do with Yugi. Do you know what’s going on?”

“No. I haven’t seen Yugi since Friday night. We talked last night after I got home from work. I don’t know what’s going on. Are you sure Blondie is upset about something having to do with Yugi?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry, I have no idea what it could be. I know Yugi was upset with Joey recently because of another incident. But I know that he said he wasn’t going to worry about it.”

“What incident?” Bakura swallowed. He couldn’t tell Tristan that Seto Kaiba had told Yugi that Joey had slept with him. “Bakura? What incident?”

“It’s resolved now.”

“I’m only trying to find out what’s going on with my boyfriend. I’d tell you if I found out about something with Yugi.” Bakura sighed. “Please.”

“Kaiba told Yugi that he slept with Joey.” Tristan narrowed his eyes. “Look, I told Yugi I was sure it wasn’t true. Yugi was angry that Joey would do such a thing with someone he claimed to hate so much.”

“When did Kaiba tell Yugi this?”

“Middle of October. It doesn’t matter, Tristan. I’m sure it’s not true.”

“Its validity is not what I’m concerned about. Why did he say this to him? When did Yugi see Kaiba?”

“Like I said, middle of last month. Tristan, it’s a non-issue. Yugi told me he wasn’t going to say anything to Joey or you.”

“I need you to find out exactly what happened when Yugi spoke to Kaiba about this.”

“Tristan, why does it matter? It’s obviously not true.” Tristan sighed and sat on his countertop. “You don’t believe it really happened do you?”

“I did really happen. Joey told me about it. It was before Joey and I got together. Kaiba blackmailed him into it. Look, Joey didn’t want anyone to know. Especially not Yugi, which is why I want you to find out what Kaiba told him.”

“Whoa, Tristan…slow down…Joey actually slept with…”

“That’s not the issue. Can you please just do that for me? And can you please insist that Yugi not tell Joey he knows. And don’t tell Yugi that it actually happened.” He couldn’t believe this…how did he know he could trust Bakura? He really didn’t know the guy all that well. Besides their emails he never spoke to the guy without Joey and Yugi present.

Of course Bakura had told him about Joey sleeping with Kaiba. Which meant that he had to care enough to be honest with him. His first loyalties were to Yugi, of course, but he had to trust that Tristauld uld use the information Bakura gave him discretely. Maybe he could trust Bakura. He didn’t know what to think.

“Let me ask you a question, Bakura, if you thought that Joey was cheating on me, if Yugi told you that Joey told him he was cheating on me, would you tell me?”

“I didn’t think Joey would have cheated on you to be with Kaiba.”

“Forget about Kaiba. I’m asking you, if you honestly believed Joey was cheating on me, would you tell me?”

“Do you want me to tell you?”

“I’m just curious to know where your loyalties.” .”

“I have no loyalties to Joey. Since he obviously hates me. Look, if I were in your shoes, and you were being cheated on I wouldn’t want to be the last to know. You tell me what you want, if you want me to tell you if something is going on I will. Of course you have to understand that if you tell Joey what I’m telling you everything would blow up in our faces.”

“Why do I feel like I’m scheming h”
”

“I don’t think it’s scheming. You called because you’re worried about Blondie. You can’t ask Yugi directly because Yugi doesn’t exactly like you, so you’re asking me. It’s not as if we’re back in high school gossiping. If Yugi ever asked me if you and I were talking I’d tell him the truth. But like I said, you tell me how you want to handle it.”

“I don’t need a spy, I don’t think Joey would ever cheat on me. I just…I mean, if you…I know Joey’s upset about Yugi, he won’t tell me what’s been happening, so yes, if you can provide any insight into that, I’d appreciate it.”


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Yugi looked up as Joey closed and locked the door behind him. Yugi was sitting on the couch, his leg tucked under him, reading a book for his class. “Hey, Babe.” Yugi gave his best friend a gentle smile. Joey took off his shoes and nodded his head. He walked into the kitchen to find something to drink.

“Do we have any bourbon?”

“We’re out, Babe.” Joey sighede see settled for scotch on the rocks. He took a long sip. “Where is your bag?”

“I left it in the car.”

“Need help getting it out?”

“No, thank you.” Joey walked to the easy chair and sat down. He took a long sip of the alcohol.

“How was your trip, Babe? How were Tristan’s parents?”

“Very nice. I liked them both very much.”

“That’s good, Babe. Your sister called, she said she’d call you tomorrow. The cable bill came in, I paid it already.” Yugi looked back at his reading. “Stupid exam. I have one on Friday, and I have three chapters to read. I’m supposed to go visit Grandpa this weekend too. Maybe if you’re not busy with Tristan you can come.”

“Yugi, Tristan asked me to check his answering machine messages. When we got back to the condo. He was in the shower.”

“So?” Yugi looked up at his roommate, meeting amber eyes. “What’s your point?”

“Brian called, his ex-boyfriend.”

“Okay?”

“He was calling to apologize to Tristan for calling him about a week or so ago, drunk. He mentioned in the message that he actually met a nice guy that he went home with. Someone named Yugi who he told all his problems to. How he was still heartbroken over Tristan. And how nice this Yugi person was for listening.”

Yugi blinked once and closed his book.

Joey took another sip of the liquor. He kept his voice even, “I just want the truth, Yugi. Did you know Brian was Tristan’s ex-boyfriend before you slept with him?”

“And what if I did?” Yugi made a face. He watched Joey take another long sip of the scotch.

“So you slept with Tristan’s ex-boyfriend, Yugi, and you don’t see anything wrong with that?”

“Relax, Babe, it’s just sex.” Perhaps it was the smug attitude, the look of defiance on his best friend’s face, but Joey felt all his control leaving him in a rush of fury. “Angry?”

“I have tried to go over in my mind every possible reason for you disliking Tristan. I’ve racked my brain about this. And the only logical answer I can come up with is that you’re a manipulative, conniving person who can’t stand to see anyone else happy. You are entitled to your opinion, if you really don’t like my boyfriend that’s your right, but I’ll be damned if you’re going to walk around in those leather pants of yours and seduce his ex boyfriends.”

“I didn’t seduce him, Joey! He came on to me.”

“The second you realized he wristristan’s ex you should have ended the conversation. Not gone back to his place to fuck him. I would never do that to you. If you actually had a boyfriend and not a plethora of fuck buddies that is.”

“He was single and available, and he was interested. I’ll go home with whomever I want, you won’t stop me, Joey.”

“You have a serious problem, Yugi. You need help. It’s not cute anymore. It was never cute. Are you that out of control that you’d sleep with any guy who came along and told you he was interested? What the Hell is wrong with you? How much longer do you plan on running around with half Domino City? Don’t you care? Aren’t you tired of being thought of as some slut?”

Yugi stood up, his eyes glowing with anger. “Just out of curiosity, what did Tristan say when you told him?”

“I didn’t. I’m not trying to start an all out war between the two of you.”

“No, not about me sleeping with Brian, about you sleeping with Seto Kaiba.” Joey’s heart stopped. Yugi watched his reaction, the color on Joey’s face draining. “Did you tell Tristan you slept with his boss, Babe?”

“How did you know abohat?hat?” Joey asked, standing up, so angry the hand holding the glass was trembling, the ice clashing around, scotch spilling. “How the Hell did you know about that?”

“So it’s true. You have the nerve, the gall, to lecture me about what I do, well, Joey, I’ve never slept with someone else’s fiancé. You of all people should know better than that. I slept with Brian, a guy Tristan was involved with for two months. You fucked Yami’s fiancé. Big difference there, Babe.”

“THAT has nothing to do with Brian.”

“It has everything to do with it. I don’t want to hear anymore Boy Scout speeches about what I’m doing with my life, Joey. Maybe you should tell your boyfriend about whose bed you’ve been in.”

Joey threw the glass, it shattering instantly on the wall behind Yugi. Yugi jumped. “DON’T EVER, EVER COMPARE ME TO YOU. You know nothing about what happened between Kaiba and me. Do you even know the names of half the guys you sleep with? What’s the requirement? As long as they’re human?” Joey’s rage had erupted out of control. He was heaving with anger.

He walked towards Yugi, his hands clenching and then unclenching. Yugi unconsciously shifted away from the blond, fearing Joey would strike him. “You’re incapable of being rel relationship, Yugi, because you care nothing about anyone else’s feelings. All that matters is that you get what you want. If you want to tramp around town be my guest. And if you can’t keep your lust under control enough to stay away from my and Tristan’s ex-boyfriends in your sexcapades then you can find yourself a new friend.”

Yugi looked away, afraid of what he’d find in Joey’s eyes. They had turned dark, they were practically glowing now. Yugi took a deep breath. “Joey…”

“I want to hear absolutely nothing you have to say right now. Nothing.” Joey turned on his heels and headed into his bedroom. Yugi winced as he heard the door slam shut.


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Bakura opened the door. Yugi was standing on the other side sobbing. “Babyface, what happened?” Yugi was crying too hard to get any words out. Bakura picked up his lover, closing the door with his hip and carried Yugi into the bedroom. “Shhh, Babyface, it’s okay.” He sat on the bed and held Yugi to him as the shorter male settled himself into his lap. “Just tell me what happened.”

“Joey…he…” Bakura could feel his anger already surging. Why wouldn’t it be Joey? It always was Joey. Anytime Yugi came over upset Joey was some how behind it. He had never seen Yugi so upset though, and it concerned him.

“Tell me what Joey did, I’ll take care o.”
.”

“I thought he goingoing to hit me, Kura…we got in a fight…he threw a glass at me, it hit the wall, it broke…” Yugi’s words were tripping and falling all over themselves.

“Did he hit you?” Bakura asked, his eyes narrowing.

“No…but I…I thought he was going to…”

“I’ll take care of it, Babyface.”

“I dowantwant you to hurt Joey.”

“I’ll just talk to him.”

“You’ll get in a fight and you’ll hit him. Just don’t, Kura.”

“Then tell me what you want me to do.”

“Make me feel better…make love to me…” Bakura looked at his lover. He had done this for Yugi before. And it did always make him feel better. He couldn’t help thinking about Tristan and his conversation. He’d find out what Joey did and handle it.

Yugi already began undressing himself. He was still crying. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“After.” Bakura stood up and started taking off his pants. He had known Yugi for eight months. And he had never seen him like this. He was quiet, timid. The usual sexy talk and seduction were absent. He was scared, and vulnerable. And Bakura had never felt closer to him than at this very moment.

The white-haired bouncer had to stop himself from telling Yugi that he loved him. He didn’t want to spook him, not right now. “Lay on the bed, Babyface.” Yugi looked into chocolate-eyes with puffy violet ones. “It’s okay, I’ll make you feel better. I promise.”

Yugi crawled onto the bed, hugging himself. Bakura went to his dresser and found massage oil. Yugi lay still, mulling over all the guys he had been with in the past several weeks. He was nothing more than a little sex toy. Except when it came to Bakura. He was the only person who cared. Joey was done with him now. He had to treat Bakura well, or else he’d leave him too.

But he had no idea how to do that. He had tried to be a good boyfriend for Yami. But Yami wasn’t interested. Yami hadn’t even given him a title, and they had been exclusively with one another for a good two years. And that was the essential paradox…that everything always came back to Yami.

Joey had put up with him, but he had succeeded in pushing away his best friend. He had never seen Joey so upset. He was close to striking him, Yugi was sure of it. Maybe what Kaiba said was true in another sense, no one wants a slut boyfriend, or a slut best friend. He knew it was wrong to sleep with Brian. He knew it was cruel to throw Joey sleeping with Kaiba in his face. But he couldn’t do anything about that now. Joey would just stop talking to him. At least Yami had he courtesy of pretending to still care. Joey would be honest, and get rid of him the first chance he got. Maybe he’d move inh Trh Tristan in two months, like he did when he moved in with Duke.

“Babyface, don’t think about him right now.” Bakura warmed the oil in his hands and than rubbed it into the tri-haired man’s chest. Yugi blinked back a few tears as Bakura worked the oil into his skin. “I’ll take care of Blondie.”

“I don’t want you to hurt him, Kura. If I gave you the word I know you’d kill for me.”

“Of course, Babyface.” Yugi smiled. Kura’s strong, firm hand movements were just what he needed right at the moment. Kura played with one of his nipples before working the oil into Yugi’s arousal. “Ummmm, that feels good, Kura…”

“It’s gonna start feeling even better in a moment. Once I stick my big thick cock inside of you.”

“Oh really, Kura?” Yugi asked, with a playful giggle. Kura leaned down, his lips carelessly kissing Yugi’s chest. “Kura…that feels good.”

“You like this?” Bakura asked, his kisses were everywhere at once. Yugi squirmed around a bit more. “You like when I kiss you here?”

“Yes…Kura…ummmm…” I love you, Bakura…I love you so much… “It feels good.”

“I aim to please, Baby.” Bakura’s kiswerewere on Yugi’s neck. Yugi wrapped his arms around Bakura’s neck, taking in his lover’s scent. Bakura smelled masculine, and strong. There was something comforting about Bakura being bigger than him. He liked the thought that the white-haired chef could toss him on the bed and do what he wanted with him. He had seen how protective Bakura was with him. It was a reassurance to know that Bakura could take care of him.

The one thing all those other guys had in common was that they didn’t hold a candle to his Kura.

Bakura poked a lubricated finger inside of his babyface. Yugi smiled, clg hig his eyes as he felt another finger find itself inside of him. Bakura’s movement was gentle and slow. He had already kissed away all the traces of Yugi’s tears. Yugi bucked up at the feeling. It felt so good, he could lose himself. Here, in Bakura’s bed…in Bakura’s arms he didn’t have to be some sex kitten. He didn’t have to deal with Joey or Yami or anyone. He was Bakura’s babyface, the best position in the entire universe.

Bakura slathered some of the massage oil onto himself and put some onto Yugi’s erection. “You ready, Babyface?”

“Um hum…” Bakura gave Yugi a small kiss and penetrated him, he moved slowly, imperceptibly. Yugi relaxed, holding Bakura’s arm with his hand. Once Bakura was all he way in he waited for Yugi to get used to him. “You feel good, Kura.”

“So do you.” Bakura dipped his head down, giving Yugi his tongue as their mouths met for a hungry kiss. Bakura ran his hands up and down the slick torso of the male underneath him, watching Yugi’s face lose some of its uncertainty.

Bakura began moving, slowly. Yugi smiled, his body already reacting to Bakura’s kindness. They moved in sync, the practiced exotic dance heightening both of their senses. Yugi held onto Bakura’s shoulders, Bakura was propped up on his elbows. Yugi found himself mesmerized by the way his lover moved, the way the muscles in his chest tightened each time he reentered him. Yugi wrapped one of his legs around the bouncer’s frame, immediately feeling Bakura’s thrusts becoming deeper. Yugi moaned low…he knew he wouldn’t have to tell Bakura what he wanted, his body was already doing the asking for him. He was asking for “more” and Bakura was delivering.

Bakura stroked Yugi’s cheek, his look warm and soft.

He had never seen Bakura so gentle. So loving. Yugi forced himself to keep his eyes open as Bakura continued. Looking into Bakura’s eyes felt like he was drowning. They were two wide pools; Yugi was lost in their beauty. He could see into Bakura’s soul, he was telling him in his silence how much he loved him, how much he meant to him. It felt so natural, so perfect. There was no urgency. Bakura wasn’t moving for his own benefit. He was moving like this for Yugi. He wanted Yugi to feel it, to experience every microcosmic sensation of being loved like this.

Til oil on Yugi’s body served the purpose of allowing Bakura to slide up and down smoothly as he continued moving. Yugi sniffed, no one, not even Joey…had ever taken him like this before. He was leaving his body…floating…all he felt was pleasure. He felt so stimulated… almost as if his mind couldn’t keep up with what was happening to him physically. But it was more than the physical. It was emotional. He felt safe, and loved.

Wanted.

It felt like Bakura was healing him…could such a thing be possible? The usual, constant ache was dulling. It didn’t matter that Yami had Kaiba or that Joey had Tristan. He had Bakura…he was loved and needed. Yugi’s eyes closed he felt his body hitch, he felt himself reaching the end…and he came…finding nirvana…finding peace. Even if it was fleeting. Even if this wouldn’t last. Even if he’d be empty tomorrow. Tonight, now, he was whole again. He was loved again.


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Yugi sat up. He rubbed his eyes. He swung his legs over the bed wondering where he had thrown his pants. He was just standing up when it dawned on him that he didn’t have to get redressed. He was with Bakura, he was safe. He didn’t have to scramble to find his clothes. He didn’t have to worry about what time it was. Yugi found a pair of Bakura’s sweat pants and put them on, pulling the drawstring as tight as he could. He tied it and picked up a t-shirt.

Bakura was at the kitchen table, tapping at his laptop. He looked up at him and smiled, putting his arms out. Yugi slipped into Bakura’s arms, sated. “What are you doing?”

“Checking some recipes. Just finished with my email.”

“Oh.”

“You feeling better?”

“Yes, thank you, Kura.” Bakura held him as he scanned over the website he was on. “Hey, Kura, you should make me some edible underwear.”

“Edible underwear?”

“Yeah, it’d be sexy, don’t you think?” Bakura smirked. Seemed the old Yugi was back. Or was it that the Yugi that showed up sobbing on his doorstep was the real Yugi and the façade was simply back in place. “Do you have something to eat? I’m hungry.”

“I’ll make you something, what do you want?”

“I’ll have leftovers, don’t go through any trouble.”

“I need the practice, Babyface. What do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter, Kura.” Yugi stood up so Bakura could look around for something. “I want to sit on the counter.” Bakura gave Yugi a smile and picked him up and put him on the counter.

“Want to tell me why you came over here so upset?”

“Joey and I argued.”

“About what?”

“He got mad that I slept with one of Tristan’s ex-boyfriends.”

“Brian?”

“You know him.”

“Yeah, I know him. You slept with Brian, Babyface?” Yugi nodded. “Did you know it was Tristan’s ex-boyfriend at the time?” Yugi nodded again. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Yugi frowned. Bakura’s tone was already threatening, he sounded a lot like he did on Friday night. “You made a conscious decision to sleep with him. You must know why you did it.”

“I don’t, okay. I don’t. I did it to do it. It’s done now. I don’t need a lecture from you too, Kura.”

“When did you sleep with him?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“How many people did you sleep with last week, Yugi?”

“Is this 21 questions, I didn’t come over here to be interrogated. I thought we settled this.”

“It won’t be settled until you stop fucking around.” Yugi narrowed his eyes. “You keep coming over here every time life hits you hard fine, I don’t mind being a shoulder to cry on, but this bullshit needs to end.”

“Bakura, please…just stop it!”

“Tell me how many guys you were with last week.”

“Three.”

“Including or not including me.”

“Not including.” Bakura gave Yugi a look. Yugi dropped his head. “Bakura, please…don’t…”

“How do you expect me to be? Three guys, Yugi? Three?”

“I told you I’m trying.”

“How are you trying? Taking a three day break doesn’t cut it.”

“Then let’s forget it, Bakura. Let’s just stop trying. It’s never going to work for us. It’s useless to keep trying.”


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Tristan scanned the document three times before he came up with a response. He knew that Joey and Yugi were at odds at the moment. But he didn’t know it had gotten this bad. Either Yugi had stretched the truth to Bakura or Joey was keeping this from him. But why would Yugi say this if it wasn’t true? Tristan sighed. He didn’t know what to type, but decided that he’d tell the bouncer that he’d have a talk with Joey about it. He also wondered what Yugi had said to him to pro Joe Joey in the first place.

He had to do something, though. If Bakura had his way he’d deal with Joey in his own way.

Tristan picked up the phone and waited for Joey to answer. Come on, Baby, pick up.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Baby. I was just calling to make sure everything’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Is it about Yugi?”

“He slept with Brian.” Tristan narrowed his eyes. Joey couldn’t be serious. He could not be serious.

“My ex, Brian?”

“Your ex, Brian.”

“He told you this?”

“It was on your answeringhinehine.” Joey proceeded to tell Tristan the entire story. From when he left the condo until when he stormed into his bedroom in fury. Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. Not sure what to say. It wasn’t that he was all that mad that Yugi had been with his ex-boyfriend. Brian hadn’t meant all that much to him. But that he would do it purposely, knowingly, maliciously. It was the principle.

Maybe it was time to give up trying to be nice to Yugi.

Maybe it was time to deal with this another way.


Author’s Endnotes: This chapter turned out to be pretty long. Shesh, the drama’s exploding out of control now. I know it ended with an almost cliffhanger ending. Yugi looks about ready to get rid of Bakura once and for all, and Tristan’s patience is wearing thin. What about Joey and Yugi’s argument. They can’t even talk anymore, the days of them fighting and then making up right away are long gone. Yugi doesn’t even want to have sex with these guys anymore, he’s just so upset, so messed up. His life is a mess. Well, I promise you a lovely happy ending… but right now I’ll leave you with a preview of chapter 14. And once again, I’m telling you, chapter 14 is as angsty and gut wrenching as you can get. Well, here’s a snippet:


“Well, if it isn’t Yugi.” Yugi glanced to his right, his corona still in his hand.

“Malik.”

“You never called me back, should I be offended?”

“Who the fuck cares.”

“So hostile. Something upsetting you?”

“You’re in my personal space.” Malik laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re so sexy when you’re angry.”

“You still want me, after I rejected you?”

“Can you blame me for being persistent?”